His entired life bundled into wenty refuse sacks. His and her memories bundle away in Holly's mind. Each item unearthed dust, tears,… — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
Her eyes, mostly cast downward, occasionally flicker upwards to meet his before falling again. She is apologetic for everything, as always, constantly… — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
A veil hangs between the two opposites, a mere slip of a thing that is transparent to warn us or comfort us.… — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
She didn't feel thirty. But then again again, what was being thirty supposed to feel like? When she was younger, thirty seemed… — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
Elizabeth’s hands flew to her mouth; tears filled her eyes with happiness as she realized he was fulfilling yet another of her… — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
“Don't worry, nothing speaks louder than a lifetime of regret and self-loathing.” — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
“Edith says that there are some people in the world that don't you all the time or play games but they still love you.… — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
“Ruby: How nice for you all. How is the wonderfully helpful Ursula? Rosie: Wonderfully helpful. Yesterday she told me I had problems discussing my… — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
“If you can't put magnolia on a wall then there are always a million other colors you can use, if you can't pay your… — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
As the rain falls and the sun shines, they grow, grow, grow; minds so open, they go through life aware and accepting, seeing light… — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
Her best friend was gone and nobody understood that no amount of makeup, fresh air or shopping was going to fill the hole in… — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
Alex: Rosie, I wanted you to be the first person to no that I’ve decided to become a heart surgeon! Rosie: Cool, does it… — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
Holly's theory about the army," Sharon explained. And what is it?" Denise asked, intrigued. Oh, that fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity. — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
“Fairy tales are such evil little stories for young children. Every time I’m in a mess I expect a long-haired posh-speaking man to come… — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
I always pushed myself. Whenever I felt I needed to stop, I made myself run faster. — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
I always take a story that's kind of out there, like an urban myth. I take some possibility that people imagine, that they are… — Cecelia Ahern Copy Share Image
